Free, yeah, to pound the lost streets You're free, what a strain it is to stay curled Free, yeah, to join the obsolete Free, free, free, free When
: Bad intentions nigga Fucking with the wrong one Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars Drive foreign cars into the
my pits Biggie and 2Pac and they bark like this... As I spark my splif I see the coroner puttin' chalk around the snitch We be shootin like free throws
I'm Chronic 2008tin' on them, Big cars, big wheels, big chains, Big pimpin', big money, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams, Dreams, Big Dreams... Dreams... Big cars
: (feat. Techniec) [The Game:] Aye 50, get them niggaz some iced out badges to go with them used cars you bought 'em nigga I am the West Coast nigga
can't forget about the homie Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song I fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B Can't do that without saying free
sit on base like Kirby Puckett You can't buy a Ferrari fuck it, cop lle' from J The bricks come with Louis Vuitton luggage He order rock and cover it, the dimes is free
Eazy they still yellin' it. I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant. I'm on cars like spinnin' rims
dash for the cash and designer clothes [Chorus: Trip Lee] Forget about the cash, Forget about the clothes Forget about the stash, Forget about the dough Forget about the cars
double-platinum album, "Nasty As They Wanna Be," in Broward County. [Someone else commenting] "We think it's the banning of free speech. First Amendment
sun [ Brother Marquis ] Feelin' the breezes of the cool winds blowin' On a mission, not knowin' where I'm goin' It's a free day, and I got free time
Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen, rise
'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open free, brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen
sellin them crooked cops marijuana Label me a success, I made the switch Retired from the life that never gave me shit With cash that I couldn't spend, countless cars
reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss And wonder how we came to this I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free I can't take what she offers
cops marijuana, label me a success,i made tha switch, retired from the life that neva gave me shit, but cash that i couldn't spend, countless cars and
soul I'm a man of my own STOP BITCHING Doncha understand I do what I want STOP BITCHING STOP BITCHING Jersey girls 'n' fats cars Freakouts 'n' go-go
